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Today is Shannon's 38th birthday! Yay! I walked all over town this evening, trying to buy him a chocolate cupcake, but all the bakeries seemed to close at 6 p.m. I guess I should have thought ahead. And Andronico's sells cupcakes, but not chocolate ones. Buying a lemon cupcake for Shannon would be like a slap in the face.
Anyway, I had therapy this morning. We talked about turning 40, and my therapist seemed to think this was something I might be depressed about. But I've never felt bad about getting older. Like, when I was in my early 20s I started getting gray hairs ... and my mom would walk up to me with no warning and yank one out of my head. Ouch! She dyes her hair to hide the gray, and doesn't understand why I don't. I don't consider gray hair ugly, so why would I?
On the subject of turning 40, I feel mostly ... surprised. Like, 40? Really? But that's my mom's age! What's that you say? She's 61 now? Wait, but that's old! And my baby brother will be turning 39 in July ... but he's just a kid! And I wear jeans and t-shirts every day with flip-flops, and read cheesy books like Twilight, and watch cheesy tv shows like "The Real World," and ... I don't know. I don't feel like a grown-up, let alone a 40-year-old grown-up.
So I might joke about the fact that being 40 means I'm officially old, but it doesn't actually bother me. It sort of boggles my mind, but not in a bad way.
In the afternoon I went shopping for Shannon's birthday present. I should have shopped before this, but I kind of haven't been functioning terribly well. Then, while I was out, I started feeling very sick and had to come home, where I ended up falling asleep for a couple hours.
Shannon wanted to go to dinner at Oscar's (burger place) for his birthday, so we did, and then he headed off on his bike to go to Endgame, while I headed off on my doomed cupcake hunt.
Ah well. Shannon says his mom will be bringing a cake when we see her on Saturday. I just wanted him to have something for his actual birthday.
Once I gave up on the cupcake hunt (after walking miles and miles and miles, I kid you not), I came home and ripped The Perks of Being a Wallflower (which I picked up from the library today) to my iMac, and then to my iPod.
I have a bunch of actual books from the library right now, but I haven't been having much luck with the whole reading part of the equation. I don't have much planned for tomorrow, so I'll give it another try then.
Anyway, I had therapy this morning. We talked about turning 40, and my therapist seemed to think this was something I might be depressed about. But I've never felt bad about getting older. Like, when I was in my early 20s I started getting gray hairs ... and my mom would walk up to me with no warning and yank one out of my head. Ouch! She dyes her hair to hide the gray, and doesn't understand why I don't. I don't consider gray hair ugly, so why would I?
On the subject of turning 40, I feel mostly ... surprised. Like, 40? Really? But that's my mom's age! What's that you say? She's 61 now? Wait, but that's old! And my baby brother will be turning 39 in July ... but he's just a kid! And I wear jeans and t-shirts every day with flip-flops, and read cheesy books like Twilight, and watch cheesy tv shows like "The Real World," and ... I don't know. I don't feel like a grown-up, let alone a 40-year-old grown-up.
So I might joke about the fact that being 40 means I'm officially old, but it doesn't actually bother me. It sort of boggles my mind, but not in a bad way.
In the afternoon I went shopping for Shannon's birthday present. I should have shopped before this, but I kind of haven't been functioning terribly well. Then, while I was out, I started feeling very sick and had to come home, where I ended up falling asleep for a couple hours.
Shannon wanted to go to dinner at Oscar's (burger place) for his birthday, so we did, and then he headed off on his bike to go to Endgame, while I headed off on my doomed cupcake hunt.
Ah well. Shannon says his mom will be bringing a cake when we see her on Saturday. I just wanted him to have something for his actual birthday.
Once I gave up on the cupcake hunt (after walking miles and miles and miles, I kid you not), I came home and ripped The Perks of Being a Wallflower (which I picked up from the library today) to my iMac, and then to my iPod.
I have a bunch of actual books from the library right now, but I haven't been having much luck with the whole reading part of the equation. I don't have much planned for tomorrow, so I'll give it another try then.